The Jester

A jester tries all to appease
To keep his head he’ll break his knees
And as they laugh, he is in pain,
His consciousness he does regain

He lost his name and then his tongue
His wife and children all were hung,
And as they swung he sang that day
An Ode to Death is what he prayed

The Grim came in, exchanged his soul
But what he wanted was not gold,
“To be wiser than the King,
Then one day he will call on me.

When that day comes I’ll take away
His eyes and limbs, I’ll watch him sway
And from afar I’ll watch the Queen
She’ll weep and scream in agony.”

When Death left he did feel bad
About the meeting these two had
The wisdom that was sold by Grim
Seemed lessened by the hate in him

An entertainer he was made
He fooled the people with his trade
The King was told about this fool
Now having gold and clothed in wool

He quickly won the King’s whole home
And he was seated by the throne
The wisdom then inside him grew
Out-shined the pain that he once knew

The days now pass and with each one
The best of friends they did become
The King confided in this man
As a plague spread through the land

The King now spoke out of his deeds
Filled with pain and misery
He did regret what he had been
He even wept upon his friend

With wisdom came a different mind
He left the fear and pain behind
Forgiveness now he gave the King
And then the King gave him his ring

On his deathbed he proclaimed
The jester was the one to reign
The plague had taken all his sons
The King’s heart the fool had won

The meek inherit all the Earth
When the King died he took the curse
Now the lame begin to walk
The blind now see, the deaf now talk

The jester took a different role
And Death gave back his tortured soul
A lesson to be learned through this
Wisdom wins a battle of wits